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"MayDay, MayDay!" Party like it's May Day
They say, "throw some water on the beat," and I'm like, "motherfucker, that's me... and that's kind of my thing"

compare, you think this shit be a game
Fallen Soldiers in my streets, who else can we really blame

Young 'lil jit 'bout 14 with a toolie by his hip
Use

Walk Away Renee

The Four Tops

The Four Tops Story

1973

to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Just walk away

don't know why
It can't be over yet not right now I haven't said goodbye

Fight the urge to blame the world yet
Every person is the culprit
Fight the urge

of you
Hey Stro
You that dude
And I'm proud
Of your success
Why I live by the motto
Don't stress
Let it flow progress
Never rest
Uh
Stro said wavy beats
So

I'll take all the blame, if you just keep my last name
We can make it through this, I promise
I promise I'm gonna change, if you just
Wait
Fuck it up,

streets in my veins, them streets feel it the same
Mum had me at eighteen and she was feelin' to blame
And, mum, I'm feelin' your pain
But my dad

I was looking through the breeze, to see what I could see
My eyes began to sting, my heart slowed beat by beat
I fell into that light, it was blue,

to explain it to someone who is desperately begging you to give them one, but you know it.
Or maybe you’re on the other side of the spectrum and you think

No Favors

Big Sean

I Decided.

2017

think it, my nigga
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
Never stopping like we hypnotized

seen

Blame me
Blame it on me
I like the way you fuck on me
I wanna feel it rain on me
Serve this like that
Black, blackberry sap
Drippin' all

drop
Is when that beat dropped
Fuck your bullshit
You're a shame for hip-hop
This that new shit
You don't like it then blame it on hip-hop
And if we're

in my prime
What you know about it
You can never meet my level, sorry
You can blame me don't matter
All the hate, nah, don't matter
In any time, nah,

homies)
It's all hood bro, these decimals help me cope with it (Dead homies)
These papers I'm signin' got so much shares like I'm socialist
Trust funds by

fine by me

I'm gonna move to the beat of my own drum
Don't care who's watching
It ain't you calling the shots saying when I'm done
Call me a fool for

So fresh and so clean
LA to the whole world
GRT for life Ghetto Royalty Ties me
Mat, Steve, Bo, Dante
Lets make this happen
You know what time it is

on that loud cut my beat up
It's me against the world grabbin' on these nuts
I'm almost outta product guess I gotta re-up
The pussy feel good on her back I

The Walk

B.G.

USA (United State of Atlanta)

2005

their people 
When ya say somethin bitch 
See a ho, get a ho, fuck it blame one bitch 
Atcha wit your dick in my hand 
My hand burnin 

Walk wit me

your set from an open mic

It’s in times like these where I rhyme with ease so aligned with chi each line so deep
It’s reminding me that I grind on beats

facts, like this beat got me nodding my head

Nodding my head, nodding my head, nodding my head, it’s facts, like this beat got me nodding my head

Verse 2

remorse
When there's hundreds of you all 
Who would die to see me gone
When I fight back I'm the one
Who he always blames it on
When I only want to make

puzzled by pieces put knuckles to face

Making my beats just to fuck up the game
Mixing it too just to double my pain
Put into words and the crowd goes

But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how

You'd swear it was beats by Last BeNeVoLeNcE and in fact
It was...and honestly at first it had me buggin out
I wanted to flex my vocal chords but man I